H U N T R E S S

Jen entered the abandoned warehouse that the brothers had tracked the being to. She was armed with an iron crowbar, a sack of salt, and basic knowledge of the supernatural realm that Sam had given her a half hour ago. He and Dean had already made their way through the maze of run-down rooms, searching for what they assumed to be a djinn.

Flicking on her torch, she searched the room, appearing empty. Jen sighed in relief, straightening her posture and adjusting her jacket over her shoulders. It was late September, and already starting to get cold.

"Jennifer?!"

Jen's head shot up, hearing Sam's voice from a room at the other end of the hallway. Running in, she saw Sam standing in the middle of the room, unharmed and smiling.

"Are you okay?" she asked hesitantly, gripping the crowbar tighter.

"I'm perfect," Sam replied, his lips twisting up into a smirk. "Better now that you're here." He loomed over her, taking her chin in his hand, tilting her head upwards to look at him.

Jen swallowed. Something was off about Sam.

"I need you, Jennifer," he smiled, but Jen was not convinced. "I love you."

Sam leaned down to press his lips to hers but stopped abruptly, staring down at his abdomen, where Jen's crowbar was now protruding out of. He dropped to his knees, looking up at her in question.

"You're not Sam."

The creature smirked, his eyes growing blue and collapsing into a pile of ash, the crowbar clattering onto the concrete floor.

"Jen?!" Sam called out, running into the room, seeing her standing over the ashes, wiping off the crowbar after picking it up. She looked at him, still unsure if this was the real Sam.

"Are you okay?" He cupped her face gently, examining her for cuts or bruises. "Are you hurt?"

Jen smiled. This was her Sam.

"No," she replied. "I'm not hurt."

"Thank God." Sam pulled her into his arms, and Jen felt as though she would never be in danger again.

•

Jen stared up at the hotel ceiling. She was in a different room to the brothers, "for privacy" as Dean said. The creature was gone, yet somehow, Sam was still the only thing on Jen's mind.

A soft knock at the door brought Jen out of her thoughts. She got up, opened the door, and let out a gentle sigh at the man who stood in the doorway.

"I just wanted to check that you were okay," Sam said, his eyes full of worry and concern.

"Sam, I'm fine," Jen replied. "I promise."

Sam nodded in response.

After a moment, Jen spoke again. "Would you like to come in?"